Demon Protection Association

Inside the disciple's practice room.

At this time while the suzerain was out, nearly half of the inner disciples of the Blood God Sect gathered here to whisper and discuss.

Among the disciples of Jian Neimen is Shu Ren.

"Brother 羌, do you really think this will make the lord awake?"

A disciple looked a bit worried at the chestnut who was wrapping a thick gauze on her chest.

"It's too arrogant to let the suzerain realize that we are just fighting for the freedom we want."

Xun Ren made a hissing gesture to the crowd, and signaled to the disciples inside that they were not to deliberately discuss the suzerain.

The lord of the Blood God Sect is not as good-tempered as other Taoist practitioners of the Immortal Sect. If the lord is upset, there must be some punishment!

"Freedom, does Brother Mystery ’s mysterious man say that the outside world really exists? I have lived in this spirit since my birth date, and my understanding of the outside world is limited to the records in the books." Another disciple inside ask.

笠 The fighting man was not only teaching the Lord of the Blood God Sect in the Blood God Sect.

His real goal is actually the young inner disciples of Blood God Sect.

Because in the current situation, the most important thing in the Blood God Sect is not the blood essence, nor the blood pond treasure, nor is it the suzerain himself.

He is the descendants who inherited the mantle of Blood God Sect!

绝大多数 The vast majority of immortals who have reached the age of thousands and have thousands of years of experience have seen through the dust.

Even if they don't see through, they all hope that their mantle will be passed on.

The same is true for the Blood God Sect. The spirit of the world is lost. Perhaps these young Blood God disciples are the last monks who can practice the Zongmen mentality.

So the tolerance of the suzerain is also very high.

Because they are the indispensable treasures of the Blood God Sect.

But these precious treasures now gathered one by one to discuss how to die.

"Of course it exists." 羌 Ren heard something unpleasant in his heart.

The disciples of Wuxue Shenzong are divided into a group of new born and a group that continued from ancient times to the present.

At the time of the ancient calamity, Bian Ren was pulled into the Lingquan when he was less than 20 years old, but the glory days of the past cultivation still imprinted in his mind.

"The sky was blue at that time, even if the land of Jiuyou could see the next day, there are countless strange beasts on the ground, there is more communication between the immortal gates, I remember that my elder brother often went out to Kyushu to find immortals. Door test. "

When Xunren said here ... the conversation among the inner gate disciples suddenly stopped.

I have not seen this many times. He is one of the few disciples who have survived since ancient times.

Therefore, once Bian Ren told the story before the calamity, his brothers and sisters would shut up and listen intently.

After all, these masters, younger sisters and sisters have never seen what the heyday of the cultivation is.

Xun Ren once again told the story of his elder brother who went to the major gates to challenge before.

"No! Brother ... I can't stand it. Today, I have to ask the master to ask me clearly, why is the master in the fairy world still not letting us go into this world!"

"Are you crazy? The master is unhappy and will kill you to become a blood sperm!"

"Rather than be trapped in this dark haunted land for a lifetime!"

"Brother Wu, I'll go with you!"

Bian Ren wanted to warn these emotionally excited teachers and sisters.

But the situation is no longer under his control!

Xu Ren's yearning for the outside world also drove him to join the ranks of these younger brothers and younger sisters.

I was so aggressive that they rushed all the way from the inner door disciple's practice room to the gate of the Zongmen hall of the Blood God Sect.

At the moment when Ke Ke stepped into the shadow of Zongmen Hall, those still shouted, ‘I want to be free! The disciples closed their mouths one by one, and they lowered their heads and walked in the shadow of Zongmen Hall.

There are many rules in the Blood God Sect. One of the rules is that the disciples have their own positions in the hall. If they are wrong, they will be punished.

These rules are deeply carved into their bone marrow.

But wait ... you said it was right to find a suzerain to protest for freedom! Why did you persuade me before seeing the suzerain!

I didn't think about this idea myself. Other disciples of the Blood God Sect who were just agitated just now think so.

Their eyes are staggered with each other, and their eyes seem to be filled with ‘you go up! ’

‘What am I on? Didn't you say you are looking for suzerain theory? ’

‘You are the strongest. Why do n’t you go to theory? ’

‘No matter how strong the Sovereign slaps me! ’

Then everyone's eyes fell on the last person who came in, and the invisible shadows of 羌 仁 's eyes covered it.

Shadow lines appeared on the face of every disciple.

The order of the Blood God Sect is based on the fear of the Sovereign. Disciples must be afraid before they can understand the rules.

This is something they have been taught since childhood.

Therefore, the disciples of Blood God Sect are not afraid of fear outside, and once they return to Zongmen, they must be good children.

Of course, Renren would not be this stupid and outstanding bird. He walked to a shadow in Zongmen Hall, where he usually stood.

At this time, he found that not only the suzerain was sitting on his stone seat, but a stranger was standing beside him.

Xun Ren looked up at the stranger wearing a Peking opera mask and looked at each other, but after feeling that the suzerain's gaze was crossing him, he quickly shifted his eyes away.

"You all came at the right time, this is the Lord of the Tree ..." 羌 Hongsha controlled her burly and fleshy flesh 傀儡 sat on the supreme position.

当然 Of course she knows that the appearance of her seven- or eight-year-old girl can't deter these young disciples, but the flesh-and-blood deterrent is much stronger.

It is enough for the ordinary person to retreat from the physique and that costume.

No one in Zongmen responded, and the flesh-colored scarlet eyes turned away.

"Do you have any idea what Your Excellency wants to say?" She asked.

What do you want to say?

Kushiro stood in the main hall of the Blood God Sect, and the first reaction was, ‘Are you a textbook-level demon? ’

Before coming to the Blood God Sect, Lu Yuan was still looking forward to what the Jiuyou Xeonxianmen looked like.

How can you say that you should be as handsome as the Damen Hall of Qinglian Jianzong?

I ended up in a cave, even if inside the cave, the surrounding atmosphere was strange and depressing.

Kushiro looked up and down the Zongmen Hall, the surrounding light was very dim, and Lu Yuan could even hear a cry like a ghost.

The disciples of Xi Zongmen can only stand in the shadows on both sides, exposing pair of scarlet eyes and staring at the direction where Lu Yuan is standing.

Kushiro thought that if the decent monk was caught here and thrown into the center of the hall, he would definitely think he was caught in the magic cave!

All around him was a group of demon heads who had red eyes and cannibalism, not spitting their bones, watching him.

This ordinary person who has changed his courage may have been scared to cry.

What Lu Yuan felt most terrible was the canals on both sides, and indeed there was hot blood flowing in the canals.

Don't say that there will be a demon in the mind of practicing the Blood God Sect!

A normal person with this **** mother will have a mental illness if she stays in this horrible hall for a long time?

"I just have one thing to ask." Lu Yuan said.

"What is it?" Flesh and blood 傀儡 voice was full of vitality, full of kingly style.

呃 "Uh ... do you still have the side effects of fear of light when you cultivate your blood Shenzong?" Lu Yuan asked his inner doubts.

"Fear of light? How is it possible! I have never had such a ridiculous fear in my sect's mind!" Flesh and Blood shuddered.

"Why are the lights in your Zongmen Hall so dim?"

A word from Kushiro made the lord's mouth stunned instantly, not knowing how to answer.

"Really, I mean seriously, I can't see your disciple's face, where are they standing?"

Kushiro pointed at the disciples standing in the shadow of Zongmen Hall.

"Are you guys nothing to illuminate? Are there only those shining stones?"

The light in the hall is provided by a kind of stone that can emit light, but these stones are very few, apparently some people have intentionally placed them this way.

阴 This gloomy atmosphere was intentionally created.

"My ancestral door has been like this since ancient times!" Flesh and blood 傀儡 finally spoke.

The lights are so gloomy, of course, to highlight the majesty of the suzerain!

"But your disciples all feel inconvenient, right?" Lu Yuan heard the whispers of the disciples below, and they whispered in a style, like ghosts hiding in the dark, indescribable. Whispered the same.

I was actually complaining ... the lights were too dim here.

"Oh, really?"

Blood 傀儡 seems very confident that her disciples will not refute her.

"Master Zong, I'm here to solve your disciple's demon. Can you give your disciples more say?" Lu Yuan's direct voice made Pu Hongsha pout again.

Hiding behind the scenes, she gritted her teeth slightly and had to let her flesh 傀儡 make a move of raising her hands.

This gesture is that the following disciples can speak.

"The lords don't hide from each other, the lights in the hall of the ancestral gate are really too dim, and I will feel uncomfortable for a long time when I return to the eyes every time after the meeting."

"There are many reserves in the Illuminated Shizongmen Warehouse. Please ask the Lord to put some in the hall."

"..."

Tong Hongsha listened to the bitter water they vomited, and her mouths were tightly choked together. At last she thought that the bright lights in Zongmen Hall seemed to be okay?

So he raised his hand again to signal that an elder took out a number of lighting stones to light up the dim and gloomy gate of the ancestral gate.

"It feels much better." Lu Yuan finally saw the disciples standing on both sides of Zongmen Hall this time and asked, "Are they still without chairs? When I went to visit Qinglian Jianzong, their Zongmen Hall The disciples all have wooden chairs to sit in. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "

"..."

Wu Hongsha raised her hand again, and the elder brought another pile of chairs, and the disciples who were standing sat down as if relieved.

"What happened to the voice of the ghost crying in the hall of Zongmen?"

"It's the wind, at least when you look at hostile monks and captives, you can put pressure on them," Flesh and Blood said.

"But the situation is not a matter of interrogation right now? Does your disciple like this voice?"

The flesh and blood looked at the group of disciples below.

"Return to the lord, we have heard this wind for more than ten years, and it is really harsh."

"Yes, sometimes it even affects our mood!"

"..."

羌 Hongsha pouted again, raising her hand to signal to an elder to block the wind tunnel.

"Does this blood pond have any special significance?" Lu Yuan looked at the canals spreading on both sides of the Zongmen Hall. "It should be real blood. The whole hall is filled with this **** smell. Your disciples love **** smells? "

"No special meaning."

The sound of the flesh and blood trembled a little, and Lu Yuan could even see the appearance of the red veil bulging on the cheek after the cymbal.

"Master, we ... don't really like the **** smell."

"I beg the Lord ..."

I'll stop it! One by one, you cannot rebel!

Hong Hongsha was so angry that she almost controlled the flesh and shouted, but she still waved her hands to stop the blood flowing in the canals on both sides.

After all, Lu Yuan came to help her disciples out of this demon.

The surrounding environment is also crucial for eliminating the demon.